Sermon 1329. Christ the Destroyer of Death

(No. 1329)




"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death." 1 Corinthians 15:26.

DURING four previous Sabbaths we have been following our Lord and Master through His great achievements. We have seen Himas the end of the Law, as the Conqueror of Satan, as the Overcomer of the world, as the Creator of all things new. And nowwe behold Him as the Destroyer of death. In this and in all His other glorious deeds, let us worship Him with all our hearts!May the Spirit of God lead us into the full meaning of this, which is one of the Redeemer's grandest Characters. How wonderfullyis our Lord Jesus one with man! For when the Psalmist David had considered "the heavens, the work of God's fingers," He said,"Lord, what is man-that You are mindful of him, or the son of man that You visit him?"

He was speaking of Christ. You would have thought he was thinking of man in his humblest estate, and that he was wonderingthat God should be pleased to honor so frail a being as the poor fallen son of Adam. You would never have dreamed that theglorious Gospel lay hid within those words of grateful adoration! Yet, in the course of that meditation David went on to say,"You made Him to have dominion over all the works of Your hands, You have put all things under His feet." Now, had it notbeen for the interpretation of the Holy Spirit, we would still have considered that he was speaking of men in general, andof man's natural dominion over the brute creation, but behold, while that is true, there is another and a far more importantTruth of God concealed within it, for David, as a Prophet, was all the while chiefly speaking of the Man of men, the modelMan, the second Adam, the Head of the new race of men!

It was of Jesus, the Son of Man, as honored of the Father, that the Psalmist sang, "He has put all things under His feet."Strange, was it not, that when he spoke of man, he must of necessity speak also of our Lord? And yet, when we consider thething, it is but natural and according to truth. It is only remarkable to us because in our minds we too often consider Jesusand man as far removed and too little regard Him as truly one with man. Now, see how the Apostle infers from the Psalm thenecessity of the Resurrection, for if all things must be put under the feet of the man, Christ Jesus, then every form of evilmust be conquered by Him and death among the rest. "He must reign till He has put all enemies under

His feet."

It must be so and, therefore, death itself must ultimately be overcome. Thus out of that simple sentence in the Psalm, whichwe would have read far otherwise without the light of the Holy Spirit, the Apostle gathers the doctrine of the Resurrection.The Holy Spirit taught His servant, Paul, how, by a subtle chemistry, he could distil from simple words a precious fragrantessence which the common reader never suspected to be there. Texts have their secret drawers, their box within a box, theirhidden souls which lie asleep till He who placed them on their secret couches awakens them that they may speak to the heartsof His chosen.

Could you ever have guessed Resurrection from the eighth Psalm? No, nor could you have believed, had it not been told you,that there is fire in the flint, oil in the rock and bread in the earth we tread upon! Man's books have usually far less inthem than we expect, but the Book of the Lord is full of surprises! It is a mass of light, a mountain of priceless revelations.We little know what yet lies hidden within the Scriptures. We know the form of sound words as the Lord has taught us and byit we will abide-but there are inner store houses into which we have not peered-chambers of Revelation lit up with brightlamps, perhaps too bright for our eyes at this present time.

If Paul, when the Spirit of God rested upon Him, could see so much in the songs of David, the day may come when we, also,shall see still more in the Epistles of Paul and wonder at ourselves that we did not understand better the things which theHoly Spirit has so freely spoken to us by the Apostle. May we at this time be enabled to look deep and far and behold thesublime glories of our risen Lord!

To the text, itself, then-death is an enemy. Death is an enemy to be destroyed. Death is an enemy to be destroyed last-"thelast enemy that shall be destroyed is death."

I. DEATH AN ENEMY. It was so born, even as Haman the Agagite was the enemy of Israel by his descent. Death is the child ofour direst foe, for, "sin, when it is finished, brings forth death." "Sin entered into the world and death by sin." Now, thatwhich is distinctly the fruit of transgression cannot be other than an enemy of man. Death was introduced into the world onthat gloomy day which saw our fall and he that had the power of it is our arch enemy and betrayer, the devil-from both ofwhich facts we must regard death as the manifest enemy of man.

Death is an alien in this world. It did not enter into the original design of the unfallen creation, but its intrusion marsand spoils the whole. It is no part of the Great Shepherd's flock, but it is a wolf which comes to kill and to destroy. Geologytells us that there was death among the various forms of life from the first ages of the globe's history, even when as yetthe world was not fitted up as the dwelling of man. This I can believe and still regard death as the result of sin. If itcan be proved that there is such an organic unity between man and the lower animals that they would not have died if Adamhad not sinned, then I see in those deaths before Adam the antecedent consequences of a sin which was then uncommitted.

If by the merits of Jesus there was salvation before He had offered His atoning Sacrifice, I do not find it hard to conceivethat the foreseen demerits of sin may have cast the shadow of death over the long ages which came before man's transgression.Of that we know little, nor is it important that we should, but certain is it that as far as this present creation is concerned,Death is not God's invited guest but an intruder whose presence mars the feast. Man, in his folly, welcomed Satan and sinwhen they forced their way into the high festival of Paradise, but he never welcomed Death. Even his blind eyes could seein that skeleton form a cruel foe!

As the lion to the herds of the plain, as the scythe to the sowers of the field, as the wind to the sere leaves of the forest,such is Death to the sons of men. They fear him by an inward instinct because their conscience tells them that he is the childof their sin. Death is well called an enemy for it does an enemy's work towards us. For what purpose does an enemy come butto root up and to pull down and to destroy? Death tears in pieces that comely handiwork of God, the fabric of the human body,so marvelously worked by the fingers of Divine skill. Casting this rich embroidery into the grave among the armies of theworms, to its fierce soldiery, Death divides "to everyone a prey of many colors, of many colors of nee-dlework"-and they ruthlesslytear in pieces the spoil!

This building of our manhood is a house fair to look upon, but Death, the destroyer, darkens its windows, shakes its pillars,closes its doors and causes the sound of the grinding to cease. Then the daughters of music are brought low and the strongmen bow themselves. This vandal spares no work of life, however full of wisdom or beauty, for it looses the silver cord andbreaks the golden bowl. Lo, at the fountain, the costly pitcher is utterly broken and at the cistern the well-worked wheelis dashed in pieces! Death is a fierce invader of the realms of life and where he goes, he fells every good tree, stops allwells of water and mars every good piece of land with stones.

See a man when Death has worked his will upon him-what a ruin he is! How is his beauty turned to ashes and his comelinessto corruption! Surely an enemy has done this! Look, my Brothers and Sisters, at the course of death throughout all ages andin all lands. What field is there without its grave? What city without its cemetery? Where can we go to find no sepulchers?As the sandy shore is covered with the traces of the worm, so are you, O Earth, covered with those grass-grown hillocks beneathwhich sleep the departed generations of men! And you, O Sea, even you are not without your dead!

As if the earth were all too full of corpses and they jostled each other in their crowded sepulchers, even into your caverns,O mighty main, the bodies of the dead are cast! Your waves must become defiled with the carcasses of men, and on your floormust lie the bones of the slain! Our enemy, Death, has marched, as it were, with sword and fire ravaging the human race. NeitherGoth, nor Hun, nor Tartar could have slain so universally all that breathed, for Death has allowed none to escape! Everywherehe has withered household joys and created sorrow and sighs! In all lands where the sun is seen, he has blinded men's eyeswith weeping. The tear of the bereaved, the wail of the widow and the moan of the or-phan-these have been Death's music ofwar and he has found, therein, a song of victory!

The greatest conquerors have only been Death's executioners, journeymen butchers working in his shambles. War is nothing betterthan Death holding carnival and devouring his prey a little more in haste than is his common way. Death

has done the work of an enemy to those of us who have as yet escaped his arrows. Those who have lately stood around a newgrave and buried half their hearts can tell you what an enemy Death is. It takes the friend from our side and the child fromour bosom, neither does it care for our crying. He has fallen who was the pillar of the household. She has been snatched awaywho was the brightness of the hearth! The little one is torn out of its mother's bosom though its loss almost breaks her heartstrings-andthe blooming youth is taken from his father's side though the parent's fondest hopes are thereby crushed.

Death has no pity for the young and no mercy for the old! He pays no regard to the good or to the beautiful! His scythe cutsdown sweet flowers and noxious weeds with equal readiness! He comes into our garden, tramples down our lilies and scattersour roses on the ground! Yes, and even the most modest flowers planted in the corner and hiding their beauty beneath the leavesthat they may blush unseen-Death spies out even these! He cares nothing for their fragrance, but withers them with his burningbreath. He is your enemy, indeed, you fatherless child, left for the pitiless storm of a cruel world to beat upon with noneto shelter you! He is your enemy, O widow, for the light of your life is gone and the desire of your eyes has been removedwith a stroke.

He is your enemy, husband, for your house is desolate and your little children cry for their mother of whom Death has robbedyou. He is the enemy of us all, for what head of a family among us has not had to say to him, "You have bereaved me againand again!" Especially is Death an enemy to the living when he invades God's House and causes the prophet and the priest tobe numbered with the dead. The Church mourns when her most useful ministers are struck down, when the watchful eye is closedin darkness and the instructive tongue is mute. Yet how often does Death thus war against us! The earnest, the active, theindefatigable are taken away.

Those mightiest in prayer. Those most affectionate in heart. Those most exemplary in life-these are cut down in the midstof their labors, leaving behind them a Church which needs them more than tongue can tell. If the Lord does but threaten topermit Death to seize a beloved pastor, the souls of his people are full of grief and they view Death as their worst foe,while they plead with the Lord and entreat Him to bid their minister live. Even those who die may well count Death to be theirenemy-I mean not now that they have risen to their seats and, as disembodied spirits, behold the King in His beauty-but earlierwhile Death was approaching them.

He seemed to their trembling flesh to be a foe, for it is not in nature, except in moments of extreme pain or aberration ofmind, or of excessive expectation of Glory, for us to be in love with Death. It was wise of our Creator so to constitute usthat the soul loves the body and the body loves the soul, and they desire to dwell together as long as they may, else hadthere been no care for self-preservation and suicide would have destroyed the race-

"For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud men's contumely, When he himself mighthis quietus make With a bare knife?"

It is a first law of our nature that skin for skin, yes, all that a man has, will he give for his life, and thus we are nervedto struggle for existence and to avoid that which would destroy us. This useful instinct renders Death an enemy, but it alsoaids in keeping us from that crime of all crimes-the most sure of damnation if a man commits it willfully and in his soundmind!

I mean the crime of self-murder. When Death comes, even to the good man, he comes as an enemy, for he is attended by suchterrible heralds and grim outriders as do greatly scare us-

"Fever with brow of fire. Consumption with palsy, Half-warmed with life, And half a clay-cold lump; Joint-torturing gout,And ever-gnawing rheum; Convulsion wild; Swollen dropsy; panting asthma; Apoplexy full gorged."

None of these add a particle of beauty to the aspect of Death. He comes with pains and griefs. He comes with sighs and tears.Clouds and darkness are round about him. An atmosphere laden with dust oppresses those whom he approaches and a cold windchills them even to the marrow. He rides on the pale horse and where his steed sets its foot the land becomes a desert. Bythe footstep of that terrible steed, the worm is awakened to gnaw the slain!

When we forget other grand Truths of God and only remember these dreadful things, Death is the king of terrors to us. Heartsare sickened and reins are loosened because of him. But, indeed, he is an enemy, for what comes he to do to our body? I knowhe does that which ultimately leads to its betterness, but still, it is that which, in itself, and for the present, is notjoyous, but grievous. He comes to take the light from the eyes, the hearing from the ears, the speech from the tongue, theactivity from the hand and the thought from the brain. He comes to transform a living man into a mass of putrefaction-to degradethe beloved form of brother and friend to such a condition of corruption that Affection, itself, cries out, "Bury my deadout of my sight."

Death, you child of sin, Christ has transformed you marvelously, but in yourself you are an enemy before whom flesh and bloodtremble, for they know that you are the murderer of all born of woman, whose thirst for human prey the blood of nations cannotslake! If you think for a few moments of this enemy, you will observe some of his points of character. He is the common foeof all God's people and the enemy of all men-for however some have been persuaded that they should not die-yet is there nodischarge in this war. And if in this conscription a man escapes the ballot many and many a year till his gray beard seemsto defy the winter's hardest frost, yet the man of iron yields at last! It is appointed unto all men once to die.

The strongest man has no elixir of eternal life to renew his youth amid the decays of age. Nor has the wealthiest prince aprice with which to bribe destruction. To the grave must you descend, O crowned Monarch, for scepters and shovels are akin!To the sepulcher must you go down, O mighty man of valor, for sword and spade are of like metal! The prince is brother tothe worm and must dwell in the same house. Of our whole race it is true, "Dust you are, and unto dust shall you return." Deathis also a subtle foe, lurking everywhere, even in the most harmless things. Who can tell where Death has not prepared hisambush? He meets us both at home and abroad. At the table he assails men in their food, and at the fountain he poisons theirdrink.

He waylays us in the streets and he seizes us in our beds. He rides on the storm at sea and he walks with us when we are onour way upon solid land. Where can we fly to escape from you, O Death, for from the summit of the Alps men have fallen totheir graves and in the deep places of the earth where the miner goes down to find the precious ore, there have you sacrificedmany a hecatomb of precious lives! Death is a subtle foe and with noiseless footsteps follows close at our heels when leastwe think of him. He is an enemy whom none of us will be able to avoid, take what by-paths we may, nor can we escape from himwhen our hour is come.

Into this fowler's nets, like the birds, we shall all fly! In his great seine must all the fishes of the great sea of lifebe taken when their day is come. As surely as the sun sets, or as the midnight stars at length descend beneath the horizon,or as the waves sink back into the sea, or as the bubble bursts, so must we all, sooner or later, come to our end and disappearfrom earth to be known no more among the living. Sudden, too, full often, are the assaults of this enemy-

"Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set-but all, You have allseasons for your own, O Death!" Such things have happened as for men to die without an instant's notice. With a Psalm upontheir lips they have passed away! Or engaged in their daily business, they have been summoned to give in their account. Wehave heard of one who, when the morning paper brought him news that a friend in business had died, was drawing on his bootsto go to his counting-house and observed with a laugh that as far as he was concerned, he was so busy he had no time to die.Yet, before the words were finished, he fell forward and was a corpse. Sudden deaths are not so uncommon as to be marvelsif we dwell in the center of a large circle of mankind.

This is Death-a foe not to be despised or trifled with! Let us remember all his characteristics and we shall not be inclinedto think lightly of the grim enemy whom our glorious Redeemer has destroyed.

II. Secondly, let us remember that Death is AN ENEMY TO BE DESTROYED. Remember that our Lord Jesus Christ has already workeda great victory upon death so that He has delivered us from lifelong bondage through its fear.

He has not yet destroyed death, but He has gone very near to it, for we are told that He has "abolished death and has broughtlife and immortality to light through the Gospel." This surely must come very near to having destroyed death altogether.

In the first place, our Lord has subdued death in the very worst sense by having delivered His people from spiritual death."And you has He quickened who were dead in trespasses and sins." Once you had no Divine Life whatever, but the death of originaldepravity remained upon you and so you were dead to all Divine and spiritual things. But now, Beloved, the Spirit of God,even He that raised up Jesus Christ from the dead, has raised you up into newness of life and you have become new creaturesin Christ Jesus! In this sense death has been subdued. Our Lord, in His lifetime, also conquered death by restoring certainindividuals to life.

There were three memorable cases in which, at His bidding, the last enemy resigned his prey. Our Lord went into the ruler'shouse and saw the little girl who had lately fallen asleep in death, around whom they wept and lamented. He heard their scornfullaughter when He said, "She is not dead but sleeps," and He put them all out and said to her, "Maid, arise!" Then was theSpoiler spoiled and the dungeon door set open! He stopped the funeral procession at the gates of Nain, from where they werecarrying forth a young man, "the only son of his mother, and she was a widow," and He said "Young man, I say unto you, arise."

When that young man sat up and our Lord delivered him to his mother, then, again, was the prey taken from the mighty! Chiefof all, when Lazarus had laid in the grave so long that his sister said, "Lord, by this time He stinks," when, in obedienceto the word, "Lazarus come forth!" forth came the raised one with his grave clothes still about him, but yet really quickened,then was Death seen to be subservient to the Son of Man! "Loose him and let him go," said the conquering Christ, and Death'sbonds were removed, for the lawful captive was delivered!

When at the Redeemer's Resurrection many of the saints arose and came out of their graves into the holy city, then was thecrucified Lord proclaimed to be victorious over death and the grave. Still, Brothers and Sisters, these were but preliminaryskirmishes and mere foreshadows of the grand victory by which Death was overthrown. The real triumph was achieved upon theCross-

"He Hell in Hell laid low Made sin, He sin overthrew: Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so, And Death, by dying, slew."

When Christ died He suffered the penalty of death on the behalf of all His people and, therefore, no Believer now dies byway of punishment for sin, since we cannot dream that a righteous God would twice exact the penalty for one offense! Death,since Jesus died, is not a penal infliction upon the children of God! As such He has abolished it and it can never be enforced.

Why do the saints die, then? Why, because their bodies must be changed before they can enter Heaven. "Flesh and blood," asthey are, "cannot inherit the kingdom of God." A Divine change must take place upon the body before it will be fit for incorruptionand Glory! And death and the grave are, as it were, the refining pot and the furnace by means of which the body is made readyfor its future bliss. Death, it is true you are not yet destroyed, but our living Redeemer has so changed you that you areno longer Death, but something other them your name! Saints do not die now, but they are dissolved and depart.

Death is the loosing of the cable that the boat may freely sail to the fair havens! Death is the fiery chariot in which weascend to God! It is the gentle voice of the Great King who comes into His banqueting hall, and says, "Friend, come up higher."Behold, on eagle's wings we mount! We fly, far from this land of mist and clouds, into the eternal serenity and brillianceof God's own house above! Yes, our Lord has abolished death! The sting of death is sin and our great Substitute has takenthat sting away by His great Sacrifice! Death without a sting abides among the people of God, and it so little harms them,that to them, "it is not death to die."

Further, Christ vanquished Death and thoroughly overcame him when He rose. What a temptation one has to paint a picture ofthe Resurrection, but I will not be led aside to attempt more than a few touches. When our great Champion awoke from His briefsleep of death and found Himself in the withdrawing room of the grave, He quietly proceeded to put off the garments of thetomb. How leisurely He proceeded! He folded up the napkin and placed it by itself, that those who lose their friends mightwipe their eyes. And then He took off the winding sheet and laid the grave clothes by them-

selves that they might be there when His saints come there, so that the chamber might be well furnished and the bed readysheeted and prepared for their rest.

The sepulcher is no longer an empty vault, a dreary morgue, but a chamber of rest, a dormitory furnished and prepared, hungwith the drapes which Christ, Himself has bequeathed! It is now, no more, a damp, dark, dreary prison- Jesus hag changed allthat-

"'Tis now a cell where angels use,

To come and go with hea venly news." The angel from Heaven rolled away the stone from our Lord's sepulcher and let in thefresh air and light again upon our Lord-and He stepped out more than a conqueror! Death had fled. The grave had capitulated-

"Lives again our glorious King!

Where, O Death, is now your sting?

Once He died our souls to save;

Where's your victory, boasting Grave?" Well, Brothers and Sisters, as surely as Christ rose, so did He guarantee an absolutecertainty the resurrection of all His saints into a glorious life for their bodies, the life of their souls never having pausedeven for a moment! In this He conquered Death! And since that memorable victory, every day Christ is overcoming Death, forHe gives His Spirit to His saints and having that Spirit within them they meet the last enemy without alarm. Often they confronthim with songs. Perhaps more frequently they face him with calm countenance and fall asleep with peace. I will not fear you,Death, why should I? You look like a dragon, but your sting is gone! Your teeth are broken, oh old lion, why should I fearyou? I know you are no more able to destroy me, but you are sent as a messenger to conduct me to the golden gate wherein Ishall enter and see my Savior's unveiled face forever!

Expiring saints have often said that their last beds have been the best they have ever slept upon. Many of them have enquired-

"Tell me, my Soul, can this be death?" To die has been so different a thing from what they expected it to be, so easy andso joyous! They have been so unloaded of all care, have felt so relieved instead of burdened, that they have wondered whetherthis could be the monster they had been so afraid of all their days! They find it a pin's prick, whereas they feared it wouldprove a sword thrust! It is the shutting of the eyes on earth and the opening of them in Heaven, whereas they thought it wouldhave been a stretching upon the rack, or a dreary passage through a dismal region of gloom and dread!

Beloved, our exalted Lord has overcome death in all these ways. But now, observe, that this is not the text-the text speaksof something yet to be done. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death, so that Death, in the sense meant by the text,is not destroyed yet. He is to be destroyed, and how will that be? Well, I take it he will be destroyed in the sense, first,that at the coming of Christ, those who are alive and remain shall not see death! They shall be changed-there must be a change,even to the living, before they can inherit eternal life, but they shall not actually die. Do not envy them, for they willhave no preference beyond those that sleep. Rather do I think theirs to be the inferior lot of the two in some respects. Butthey will not know death-the multitude of the Lord's own who will be alive at His coming will pass into Glory without needingto die.

Thus Death, as far as they are concerned, will be destroyed. But the sleeping ones, the myriads who have left their fleshand bones to mold back to earth, Death shall be destroyed even as to them, for when the trumpet sounds they shall rise fromthe tomb! The Resurrection is like destruction of death! We never taught, nor believed, nor thought that every particle ofevery body that was put into the grave would come to its fellow and that the absolutely identical material would rise-butwe do say that the identical body will be raised and that as surely as there comes out of the ground the seed that was putinto it, though in very different guise, for it comes not forth as a seed but as a flower-so surely shall the same body riseagain!

The same material is not necessary, but there shall come out of the grave, yes, come out of the earth if it never saw a grave,or come out of the sea if devoured by monsters-that same body for true identity which was inhabited by the soul while herebelow. Was it not so with our Lord? Then so shall it be with His people! And then shall be brought to pass the saying thatis written, "Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your sting! O grave where is your victory!"

There will be this feature in our Lord's victory, that Death will be fully destroyed because those who rise will not be onewhit the worse for having died!

I believe, concerning those new bodies, that there will be no trace upon them of the feebleness of old age. None of the markof long and wearying sickness, none of the scars of martyrdom! Death shall not have left his mark upon them at all, exceptit is some glory mark which shall be to their honor, like the scars in the flesh of the Well-Beloved which are His chief beauty,even now, in the eyes of those for whom His hands and feet were pierced! In this sense Death shall be destroyed because heshall have done no damage to the saints at all-the very trace of decay shall have been swept away from the redeemed.

And then, finally, there shall, after this trumpet of the Lord, be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, for the formerthings will have passed away. "Christ, being raised from the dead dies no more, death has no more dominion over Him." Andso the quickened ones, His own redeemed, they, too, shall die no more. Oh dreadful, dreadful supposition, that they shouldever have to undergo temptation or pain or death a second time! It cannot be. "Because I live," says Christ, "they shall live,also." Yet the doctrine of the natural immortality of the soul, having been given up by some, certain of them have felt obligedto give up with the eternity of future punishment the eternity of future bliss-and assuredly, as far as some great proof textsare concerned, they stand or fall together!

"These shall go away into everlasting punishment, and the righteous into life eternal." If the one state is short, so mustthe other be! Whatever the adjective means in the one case it means in the other! To us, the word means endless duration inboth cases-and we look forward to a bliss which shall never know end or duration! Then in the tearless, sor-rowless, gravelesscountry, Death shall be utterly destroyed.

III. And now last of all, and the word, "last," sounds fitly in this case, DEATH IS TO BE DESTROYED LAST. Because he camein last, he must go out last. Death was not the first of our foes. First came the devil, then sin, then Death. Death is notthe worst of enemies. Death is an enemy, but he is much to be preferred to our other adversaries. It were better to die athousand times than to sin. To be tried by Death is nothing compared with being tempted by the Satan! The mere physical painsconnected with dissolution are comparative trifles compared with the hideous grief which is caused by sin and the burden whicha sense of guilt causes to the soul.

No, Death is but a secondary mischief compared with the defilement of sin. Let the great enemies go down first! Smite theshepherd and the sheep will be scattered. Let sin and Satan, the lord of all these evils, be smitten first and Death may wellbe left to the last. Notice that Death is the last enemy to each individual Christian and the last to be destroyed. Well now,if the Word of God says he is the last, I need to remind you of a little piece of practical wisdom-leave him to be the last.Brother, do not dispute the appointed order, but let the last be last! I have known a Brother wanting to vanquish Death longbefore he died. But, Brother, you do not need dying Grace till dying moments! What would be the good of dying Grace whileyou are yet alive?

A boat will only be necessary when you reach a river. Ask for living Grace, and glorify Christ and then you shall have dyingGrace when dying time comes! Your enemy is going to be destroyed, but not today. There is a great host of enemies to be foughttoday-and you may be content to let this one alone for a while! This enemy will be destroyed, but of the times and the seasonswe are in ignorance-our wisdom is to be good soldiers of Jesus Christ as the duty of every day requires. Take your trialsas they come, Brother! As the enemies march up, slay them, rank upon rank! But if you fail, in the name of God, to smite thefront ranks, and say, "No, I am only afraid of the rear rank," then you are playing the fool! Leave the final shock of armstill the last adversary advances! Meanwhile, hold your place in the conflict.

God will, in due time, help you to overcome your last enemy, but meanwhile see to it that you overcome the world, the fleshand the devil! If you live well, you will die well. That same Covenant in which the Lord Jesus gave you life contains, alsothe grant of death, for, "All things are yours, whether things present or things to come, or life or death, all are yours,and you are Christ's, and Christ is God's." Why is Death left to the last? Well, I think it is because Christ can make muchuse of him. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death, because Death is of great service before he is destroyed. Oh,what lessons some of us have learned from Death!

"Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud to dampen our brainless ardors," to make us feel that these poor fleeting toysare not worth living for! They remind us that as others pass away so must we, also, be gone-and thus they help to make uslet loose of this world and urge us to take wing and mount towards the world to come! There are, perhaps, no

sermons like the deaths which have happened in our households-the departure of our beloved friends have been to us solemndiscourses of Divine Wisdom which our heart could not help hearing. So Christ has spared Death to make him a preacher to Hissaints.

And you know, Brothers and Sisters, that if there had been no death, the saints of God would not have had the opportunityto exhibit the highest ardor of their love. Where has love to Christ triumphed most? Why, in the death of the martyrs at thestake and on the rack! O Christ, You never had such garlands woven for You by human hands as they have brought You who havecome up to Heaven from the forests of persecution, having waded through streams of blood! By death for Christ the saints haveglorified Him the most. So is it, in their measure, with saints who die from ordinary deaths-they would have had no such testfor faith and work for patience as they now have if there had been no death!

Part of the reason of the continuance of this dispensation is that the Christ of God may be glorified, but if Believers neverdied, the supreme consummation of faith's victory must have been unknown. Brothers and Sisters, if I may die as I have seensome of our Church members die, I court the grand occasion! I would not wish to escape death by some by-road if I may singas they sang! If I may have such hosannas and hallelujahs beaming in my very eyes as I have seen, as well as heard, from them,it were a blessed thing to die! Yes, as a supreme test of love and faith, death is well respited awhile to let the saintsglorify their Master!

Besides, Brethren, without death we should not be so conformed to Christ as we shall be if we fall asleep in Him. If therecould be any jealousies in Heaven among the saints, I think that any saint who does not die, but is changed when Christ comes,could almost meet me and you, who probably will die, and say "My Brother, there is one thing I have missed. I never lay inthe grave. I never had the chill hands of Death laid on me, and so in that I was not conformed to my Lord. But you know whatit is to have fellowship with Him, even in His death." Did I not well say that they that were alive and remain should haveno preference over them that are asleep? I think the preference, if anything, shall belong to us who sleep in Jesus and wakeup in His likeness!

Death, dear Friends, is not yet destroyed, because he brings the saints home! He does but come to them and whisper his messageand in a moment they are supremely blessed!-

"Have done with sin and care and woe, And with the Savior rest."

And so Death is not destroyed yet, for he answers useful purposes. But, Beloved, he is going to be destroyed! He is the lastenemy of the Church collectively. The Church, as a body, has had a mass of foes to contend with, but after the Resurrectionwe shall say, "This is the last enemy. Not another foe is left!" Eternity shall roll on in ceaseless bliss! There may be changes,bringing new delights, perhaps. In the eternity to come there may be eras and ages of yet more amazing bliss and still moresuperlative ecstasy! But there shall be-

"No rude alarm of raging foes, No cares to break the last repose." The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death and ifthe last is slain there can be no future foe! The battle is fought and the victory is won forever! And who has won it? Whobut the Lamb that sits on the Throne, to whom let us all ascribe honor, glory, majesty, power, dominion and might foreverand ever! The Lord help us in our solemn adoration! Amen.